Identifier: argosythe47wood (find matches)
Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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which, nevertheless, it is said people take a great dealtoo much. Total abstinence here is probably better even thanmoderation, though in the matter of strong waters and the fermentedgrape juice moderation is the greater virtue. A certain cook of ourparental home, who had lived seven years with the celebratedDr. Cockroach, was wont to tell us that never during that period ofservitude was a single box of his world-famed boluses ever seen toenter the house. Of course, it might possibly have been onlyanother exemplification of the old truth that a prophet has no honourin his own country. It is so generally the fact that we believe eithertoo much or too little in ourselves. It was a short visit, yet a sad one, this evening visit to Gibraltar.However happy present circumstances and surroundings may bethere must inevitably be an element of intense sadness in all thingsand events that remind one of the past, and suggest comparisonswith bygone days. They are chapters closed in our lives. They
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i HE Cld Mole, Gibraltar. 62 On Board the * Batavia.^ have passed away for ever, just as youth passes, and ends our firstand happiest volume, though, perchance, in Heavens mercy, it maynot be our best. To-night we trod in our old footsteps, and their echoes were fullof melancholy. We went up into our old rooms at the Royal,and they were haunted by visions of a hundred happy faces, nowscattered in all quarters of the globe. Not a few, indeed, had passedaway to that goal whence there is no returning, though all had beenyoung and only six years had rolled on in the stream of time. What are you looking for, sir ? asked a servant, as we wanderedfrom one room to another. And when we answered that we werelooking up old lost friends and renewing old recollections, hesuggested that perhaps they had only gone out for a walk and wouldbe in presently. No, never again. Even if we all found ourselves there once more,under exactly the same circumstances, still all would be as differentfrom those day

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